Help2
A
dusty,
old, red, chair
sits in the wood.
With the intention
of observing the world
as it was meant to be seen
NOT through the eyes of the looking
screen. When television fades...
what remains? Except the
regal, old armchair
still as a stone
in the wood
dusty
red.
Can anybody help me define the poetry style? Ascends to eight syllables then descends again. If you prefer help 1 then I may ultimately decide to just keep that form. Inform me wise friends!
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